While she hadn't yet taken me home, she often dropped in for a coffee when I was there. We chatted for a while, flirting, shocking those around us wit... our quite open, frank discussion of fucking each other. Then she stood up and said, "Okay, let's do this. My house, now."When I arrived at Di's she unlocked the door after one knock and turned and walked up the stairs. I hadn't touched her yet; all of our flirting had been verbal but I couldn't wait to get my hands on that perfect heart-shaped. Five minutes later, I was joined by a 40’s gentleman, dressed in a neat suit. I could see that it was tailored. He was showing signs of male pattern baldness. But he hadn’t tried to hide it with a cheesy comb-over. He had a bit of a paunch. It could have easily moved to the obese side of the scale if he wasn’t careful. At the time, I didn’t feel like offering nutritional advice.He sat down in the chair opposite from me and looked at me for a moment. “So, Mr. Reynolds, I see that you’ve been. He had even helped me pick out the paint for my apartment and offered to help. I suppose somewhere along the line I should have seen the signs though, what came next was a complete shock for me. I placed the paint roller down on the plastic sheet below our feet and let out a sigh. “This looks amazing,” I smiled. “You were right about the red.” Shayne tipped the beer bottle in his hand to his mouth and took a long gulp. “Never underestimate a man!” He laughed. I took a swig from my own beer then. "Marcus?" she knocked gently, and the guitar stopped."Who is it?" Hope, I brought you over the notes you missed this week." Thanks, Hope." He started upright when she opened the door, freezing in place on the bed as she stared around in wonder, closing the door behind her."Oh my word..." she managed, staring at the collection of paintings and pictures. "What is... never mind. Here's the notes for you... and the homework for over Christmas, you don't want to get too far behind, after all.".